[Zhongyingmei] After inheriting the throne

The music switched again, from soft to rhythmic, and the originally bright lights dimmed, from warm to cool.

The sound of the music gradually faded, and experienced showgoers have noticed that the show is about to end.And the media friends of some fashion magazines cheered up again, the flash of the camera never stopped, and the fingers pressing the shutter moved frequently.

Who will take the closing stage this time and what kind of clothes will be in the closing stage? They are full of curiosity.

It is said that this time the closing model is a newcomer.Then is she extremely talented and lucky to be favored by designers, or is it because of other reasons that the model circle is full of waves, will she be the next star of tomorrow?

After thinking about it, they turned their attention to the end of the runway.

In the show, no matter how strange the material is made of, and what kind of unique shape is cut out by the design, or even too abstract, not understood by the public, no matter what kind of special, It is still a normal phenomenon in the fashion circle.

But now, the clothes worn by this short-haired model who attracted countless attentions as soon as she debuted are almost the most low-key ones in this series.

Amidst the music, a figure stood on the runway and came from behind. Compared with those models who could be regarded as heroic, she was more imposing than her predecessors.This aura is not a flamboyant fire, nor a wild wind, but a kind of water-like existence that has settled down, compressed and condensed into a solid body, just like the vast sea, under the calm sea surface, there is a kind of intimidating weight majestic energy.

She was wearing a black suit, neat and simple black.The color was pure black without a trace of reflection, as if all the colors had been absorbed into it, and it also made her skin whiter.Under the vacuum suit jacket, there is no inner shirt or camisole, no underwear, no accessories on the whole body, just a simple black suit jacket and a pair of black trousers.

The front of her chest was open, and the two pieces of fabric without buttons knew the artistic sense of concealment, and a deep V-shaped opening was drawn, which went straight to the end and was locked by a girdle.Although she was wearing a vacuum suit, she didn't have a trace of lust, and the exposed skin was set off by the blackness to give an inhuman and alien feeling.

The tailor-made suit fabric is extremely soft, showing the beautiful body curves one by one. When walking, the air moves the two hems at the back fluttering violently, and when they are lifted up, they can hardly fall down.The cuffs of the suit are wide, and when she puts her hands around her waist, the sleeves that blow up in the wind show a gesture of flapping her wings.The lower body of the suit is more concise, only two thin trousers are used to modify the beautiful leg shape, and I am afraid that only the figure of a professional model can wear it.

Different from those fairy-like Nordic models, she is like a cedar on a high mountain, isolating all the turmoil of the outside world, and what comes to her face is a sharp and cold breath, The interpretation of black is particularly appropriate.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is her steps.Compared with those who are either dignified and elegant, or sharp and enchanting, her movements are clean and agile, with a strong sense of strength. If I have to describe it in one word, it is steady.

Her upper body didn't shake or sway, and the rhythm of her steps could only be seen from the movement of her wrists.Every footstep falls steadily on the predetermined position, naturally connecting into a line, light when moving, and powerful when falling.Obviously in a lively venue, the sound on the stage will not reach the ears, but the moment she sees her every foot fall, she can somehow feel that she is hitting hard on the stage. .

"Da, da, da." In the auditory hallucination, the footsteps seemed to be walking on their hearts, and the sound fell in their minds.

The model walked to the designated position, turned around and swung the back hem, and the fabric swayed beautifully due to the smoothness of the silk.Her short hair was raised accordingly, and under her smooth forehead, her green eyes finally fell with her usual high head tilted slightly, as if she was finally willing to give her gaze to the audience below.

The expression on her face is indifferent, and she looks very indifferent, but this indifference is more than a blind world-weariness, it is a deep barrier that rejects people thousands of miles away and does not belong to the same world.She is elusive, as if she lost the ability to experience emotions from birth, so the joys and sorrows in the world have nothing to do with her, she is just a passerby.

Pepper looked up, feeling as if she was looking at herself and at everyone with the look she cast.At that time, she didn't know whether it was a real existence or just a moment of looking at each other that she imagined, but she actually had a subtle feeling of heartbeat.

Who can resist beauty? This kind of beauty is so special, it is a kind of lonely beauty that wants to be conquered by her.

After finishing the fixed-point movement, the model flicked the sleeves and turned around again, slightly puffing up the skirt of the chest, and then fell softly at an extremely dangerous distance, showing the uniqueness of the silk fabric. The perfect drape feels very snug and comfortable.

The sleeve robe around her waist rolled over, spreading out a black dahlia in the air, then fell down and gathered, and then agitated slightly with the steps.The two cloak-like backswings behind him swayed from side to side, but were forced by the unique pace of the momentum and refused to hang down completely.

"Da, da, da." The unheard voice continued to beat in her heart, and her footsteps walked on people's hearts.

At the final curtain call, the designer took his favorite opening model to thank everyone.Although everyone saw who was brought by the designer this time, no one could completely control their eyes and leave that particular model.

Simple design, clean color, calm temperament, alienated aura.This flower of the high mountains blooms quietly like this, and stands proudly with its special posture amidst the noise.

So, the next day, the name Roman Salat had a place in the fashion circle.

This Germanic beauty from Germany easily joined the fashion circle. From the beginning of her debut, she has established a rising trend and won the favor of many people at the same time.

It is true that this old man should be famous as soon as possible. A new model who is over 20 years old is indeed a bit too old for this industry. The new star of the modeling industry is lying on the sofa in his apartment, facing those newly received models. An invitation to pick and choose.

Her selection is very purposeful, unlike some models, who accept all of them in order to make money and rush to the market, and unlike those already famous models, who only accept invitations from big brands such as blue blood and red blood.

Except that those invitations are well connected in time, it is difficult to see any rules in her choice of style, which may only be known to her.

At the same time, her agent, a dark-haired American beauty, also brought her several other job offers such as photoshoots and advertisements.

Miss Romansarat was just flipping sleepily, but the agent who knew her nature well knew that it wasn't because she took it upon herself to put on airs when she saw that she was famous.This is simply because this lady, who is actually very simple in character, is protesting her extremely strict diet plan for herself with this negative attitude.

"Please, Roman." The agent lady started the topic that has been repeated many times; "You are a model. Model, do you understand that losing weight is your professional ethics. Don't listen to what they say about plus-size models, What a healthy figure. Look at those walking on the stage, which one is so thin that you can’t wait to pick out the flesh between the bones. If you are not born with good conditions and it is not easy to gain weight, you will have to lose weight in two days. Get out of this circle."

"I know you are thinking about my career path." Roman, a tall man, was instantly shortened by three points when the manager lady yelled at him, showing an almost cute helpless expression, "However, I can tell you with certainty, I have a special physique, it’s not that I don’t get fat easily, but I don’t get fat at all. You should look at my body fat percentage, the weight that falls on the scale is not fat, but real muscle.”

As she said that, the young lady who looked extremely aloof a few days ago raised her hands, clenched her fists and made a posture of a bodybuilder, trying in vain to let the manager appreciate her so-called "strong muscles all over her body." ".

"It doesn't matter if you have too many muscles, don't over-train." The agent retorted ruthlessly, and just ruthlessly dropped a box of vegetable leaves. "You have to shut up."

Roman stretched out his hand and scratched his head, sighed weakly, put his head into the sofa and rolled his eyes secretly.Oh, the damn aesthetic.

"I really wonder if you were setting off fireworks and left just to make a fortune." The agent continued to mutter, "Do you know how tight the resources in this circle are? How fierce is the competition? If you don't know, you really should Listen to the saying that if the ocean is made of tears, then half of them belong to Victoria's Secret models."

Roman just lay on the sofa in protest, "I don't want to cry, it's too fragile."

The manager also sighed helplessly.The rookie model in her hand is good at everything, and it's not that she refuses to endure hardship.Judging from Roman's amount of exercise, it is more than enough to train an Olympic athlete.Her body proportions are perfect, and her bones and muscles are also beautiful. After putting on clothes, she can still show a thin feeling, and taking off her clothes makes her look fit.

The only thing that bothered Miss Manager was that this new model, who was born with excellent conditions and worked hard the day after tomorrow, had a dangerous problem that could negate everything.That is, she eats very casually.

Of course, this so-called "casual" standard is for models. From the outside world, Ms. Roman's recipes look quite healthy.

If she had changed her agent right now, she would have already "loved to do it, not to fuck off", how could this lady agent who was nagging like a mother be so gentle.

Under the offensive of Miss Manager's thoughts, Roman curled up on the sofa and buried his head in the pillow in protest. After 10 seconds, she finally poked her head out and took a breath, "Please, have you played enough, can you stop acting?"

"Cinderella, let me go." Roman stretched his legs, and lay upright on the sofa like a dead fish, his eyes staring blankly at the agent who kept talking.

The manager lady finally stopped her chanting after she called out the name "Cinderella", pushed her eyes on the bridge of her nose, and smiled slightly, "If you don't get used to it, how can you act like it? What about the infiltrating investigation mission?"

That's right, this native American broker lady is the new identity Cinderella is using now.

After being separated, Belle returned to the detective agency, took down the closed sign, and accepted the follow-up work of dealing with the identity trace of "Grace Grey" by the way.

As for Cinderella, she should make good use of her advantage in logistics and concentrate on building the framework of the mysterious organization they had drawn up before.

But after Gladys took on the role of Rapunzel this time around, she faced yet another major career challenge.

Regardless of her doubts about Rapunzel's height, or how she cut her long hair that exceeded human limits into short hair.After merging with the consciousness of the character of Rapunzel, she spent a lot of effort to adapt to the character's physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, especially in terms of strength, she may be able to compete with Hercules.

What "assuming that a single hair can lift a standard adult, then calculate it based on the amount of thick hair, multiply n by 65 kilograms to get the result, which is the upper limit of Rapunzel's strength."

Does such a nonsense setting really exist?

Gladys was dumbfounded.

What matches her ability setting is Rapunzel's straightforward and frank personality, and her nature yearning for freedom.Compared with Snow White's inability to tell lies, but she has cultivated a five-star misleading ability that avoids the most serious, Rapunzel's art of speaking, probably one star is considered a compliment.

In order to avoid the phenomenon of pulling out her vest before sneaking into the world, the slick Cinderella is a buy-one-get-one partner to cooperate with Rapunzel's investigation mission.

Gladys now puts her main consciousness into Rapunzel's body, minimizes her control over Cinderella, and savors the two conflicting parts of her personality delicately. Finally couldn't help shouting stop.

"Okay, I don't want to listen to your nagging." Roman jumped up from the sofa, his 1.8-meter stature almost seemed to break through the ceiling, making Miss Manager's stature of less than 1.7 meters extraordinarily petite.She untied the stagnant atmosphere with one sentence, and re-entered the role.

Roman stretched out his arms, hugged the other person's shoulders, forced her into his arms, and said coquettishly in such a domineering posture, "Please, let me go for a walk. I promise not to eat or drink outside."

The manager lady was about to teach a few more words, but when she turned her head and saw her charming green eyes looking at him with a dog's eyes, she couldn't help but soften her heart.

48th time.The manager counted silently in his mind, then persisted for a second before surrendering.

After all, although these materialized bodies can be said to be realistic bodies constructed of magical energy, they can also be injured and bleed.She hasn't figured out how realistic this body can be. It would be bad if she really gained weight.

If Roman hadn't really kept his promise and never opened his mouth to eat and drink easily, and her weight had remained unchanged from the beginning to now, she would absolutely never agree.

So for the 49th time, Roman still won the victory from Miss Manager.

The manager looked at the background of her going out and chuckled softly.

"What can I say? I love acting. Isn't this very engaging?"